There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The letter is full of sincerity, but every word is like a sharp blade, deeply plunged into Lu Zhiqiao's heart, opening blood holes one after another.

Hot white smoke was blowing from the pot, cold-light lamps were sprinkled on the letter paper, and the vigorous characters on his face became sharper and sharper, just like the person who wrote the letter, gentle and sharp. Lu Zhiqiao pressed his lips tightly, his hand holding the letter paper trembled slightly, his throat seemed to be choked, and he opened his mouth and took a breath for a long time.

She rushed out, from the kitchen to the front door of the living room, the letter paper scattered all over the place.

Putting on a pair of potty slippers, she shook her hands violently and fumbled around the door. It took a long time to open the door and rush out, but she was tripped, and she fell into her knees. "Boom" hit the tiled floor.

A piercing pain came.

But it was far from the pain in her heart.

She seemed unaware, got up, ignored the dust on her body, ran to door 902 in two steps in three steps, and raised her hand to clap the door.

"Qi Yan..."

"are you there…"

She shouted the name of the person, her voice choked unconsciously, the golden nameplate gradually blurred in her sight, and tears poured out of her eyes.

"Qi Yan..."

After shooting for a long time, her palms were numb and painful, and no one opened it. She lay weakly on the door, her forehead against the door, breathing low. Maybe people are not at home, maybe at home, but they just don't want to open the door to her and don't want to see her.

Why does she have the face to look for?

"mother."

His daughter's voice came from behind, Lu Zhiqiao stiffened, hurriedly wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, turned around and saw the child standing at the door, staring at her in a daze, "I'm eating noodles."

Lu Zhiqiao twitched the corners of his mouth lightly and smiled stiffly: "Okay."

She tilted her head, walked into the house, glanced at the elevator, quickly retracted her gaze, and entered the house to close the door.

She picked up the letter paper one by one, as if there was something invisible on it, she didn't dare to look at it again, hurriedly folded it, stuffed the envelope, and threw it on the bedroom dresser.

The noodles that my daughter cooked were delicious and warm. Lu Zhiqiao ate very deliciously, but her cold heart was not warmed by the hot noodles. She was absent-minded, thinking about the words in the letter, and for a moment she felt unreal.

In addition, everything that happened recently made her suspect that she was dreaming.

Everything is too fast.

Her brain is overloaded, jumping from one thing to another quickly, interspersed with work, and there is almost no time to breathe. What you said, what you did, flashed through your mind lightly, leaving no trace.

"Mom, what did Teacher Qi write?" Lu Wei asked suddenly.

Lu Zhiqiao lowered his eyes with a guilty conscience, and said quietly, "It's nothing, eat it quickly."

"Oh."

After eating the noodles, Lu Zhiqiao calmed down, remembering that he had Qi Yan's key, and immediately took the key to the other side.

Standing at the door, she hesitated again.

The two quarreled, and the former ambiguous relationship collapsed. Even if she had the key, she would no longer be able to open the door openly and break into other people's homes as before. Qi Yan has been disappointed and frustrated. Now he must be very disgusted to see her, right? If someone is at home and sees her opening the door and bumping into each other, what should she say in such a scene?

However, this is exactly what she wants.

She hopes that Qi Yan is at home, and then they can sit down and have a good talk.

After hesitating again and again, Lu Zhiqiao made up his mind, holding the key and gently stabbing it into the keyhole, turning it, and opening the door.

Unexpected light leaked out, and the room was pitch black. She stood at the door and looked inside. The dark room looked like a bottomless whirlpool, empty and mysterious, drawing her in.

She stepped a step further, touched the wall switch, pressed it, and the light instantly turned on.

There is still a meteor bead curtain hanging on the ceiling, the corners are filled with pink and purple interlaced balloons, the TV is covered by a thin veil, and "happybirthday" is stuck on it. Nothing has changed. Lu Zhiqiao was stunned, thinking that he was going back in time and returning to Qi Yan’s birthday...

She carefully prepared a birthday surprise for Qi Yan, and wanted to be the most important person in each other's lives on important days. She even thought about expressing it in the most direct and enthusiastic way to let Qi Yan know that she was irreplaceable in her heart.

If she hadn't said those words impulsively because of the panic, if Qi Yan could come back earlier, she wouldn't be able to face the impact by herself at the first time. Maybe now they are sitting at the dinner table, a family of three, having fun.

In just a few days, things are wrong.

Lu Zhiqiao laughed self-deprecatingly, looked away, and looked around instead. The room was quiet, obviously no one was there, she was a little unwilling to give up, stepped in barefoot with her shoes off, searching every corner.

Bedroom, study, balcony, toilet, kitchen and even closet...

She sometimes feels guilty and feels that she is a thief who broke into a private house, and sometimes she is as self-assured as usual, which is natural. After looking around, she finally learned the fact: Qi Yan is not at home.

Looking at the empty room, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly thought of leaving in the letter, and a sense of fear lingered in her heart. She picked up the phone and clicked on WeChat, poked into the orange cat's portrait, and typed quickly.

【Where are you】

The message was sent smoothly. She breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa with her mobile phone.

There was no reply over there.

There were constant news in the home and school group. Several daily active parents were discussing their children's homework. Lu Zhiqiao stared at the screen for fear that the orange cat's portrait would suddenly appear and be missed by himself. But after waiting for nearly half an hour, no one was chatting, the group was cold, and no one came out to speak.

Similarly, she did not reply to her private chat.

Lu Zhiqiao was anxious, thinking that the last time a parent posted a bargaining chain|and was stopped by Qi Yan, she couldn't take care of it. With a fever, she downloaded a shopping software and randomly sent a group chain|take it over, and then type.

[Please click for some help~Thank you]

At that moment, she was stunned, and then there was a chill.

She never speaks in this tone. She usually chats with people online, and she doesn't even make facial expressions. However, when typing, she thought that Qi Yan would appear soon, and did not think too much until it was sent out. She looked at the coquettish sentences floating on the huge phone screen, her face was sour with embarrassment.

As long as Qi Yan can be cited.

One minute, two minutes... Ten minutes passed, no one responded.

Lu Zhiqiao sent another one.

No one responded yet.

She was a little discouraged, quit WeChat, opened the address book, found the number that she had noted as "Yanyan", and dialed it. No one answered for a long time, only the formulaic voice announcement.

Maybe it's busy, maybe it's mute, maybe...

Lu Zhiqiao looked for many reasons and kept comforting himself, except that he did not dare to think about another possibility, and he did not want to think about it. She called again, but no one answered.

It must be busy.

She lowered her head, slid her finger on the phone screen, opened an app and then exited, repeatedly, like a cat scratching in her heart.

The waiting time was quite long. Ten minutes was like ten hours. She pressed the number again, holding her breath and waiting. This time it didn't ring for a long time because she heard the "user has shut down" prompt.

Shut down...

That means that Qi Yan saw her message and her phone call, but he didn't answer or answer, and finally turned off the phone altogether.

Lu Zhiqiao flushed his eyes suddenly, shaking his fingers, and letting go, the phone "slapped" to the ground.

The meteor bead curtain above the head swayed gently, as if it was windy.

Her shoulders collapsed, her heart collapsed, and her body slumped backward, leaning back on the sofa, closing her eyelids. A clear tear slid down and wetted her mole.

......

Lu Zhiqiao sat until midnight at 902, midnight, and did not wait for Qi Yan to return. She yawned, her red and swollen eyes were tired, and there were no tears to flow.

There was no sound in the corridor.

She picked up the phone, got up from the sofa, shook her body, stabilized, staggered to put on her shoes, looked at the room one last time, turned off the light and left.

Today, on the 16th day of the lunar calendar, there is no cloud at night, and a round of white porcelain moon is high in the sky, as big as a plate.

The daughter is already asleep.

Lu Zhiqiao took a hasty bath, brushed his teeth, went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed, turned off the light, and was desperate to fall asleep.

In the dark, she closed her eyes and lay down for a while, feeling dizzy, her eyes hurting, and her body tired, but she was not drowsy. Her mind was steaming like boiling water, and she was a little anxious.

—Sorry, the user you dialed is turned off.

She suffocated her heart, suddenly opened her eyes and panted with her lips half open. She hurriedly picked up the mobile phone on the bedside and opened the WeChat account, hoping to get a reply with her luck.

Of course, there is nothing.

There was no movement in the home-school group.

After dialing Qi Yan's number again, it was still turned off.

Lu Zhiqiao completely gave up, put down the phone, stared at the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, a trace of despair slowly flowed out...

She sat up, turned on the light, took the letter on the dressing table, unfolded it, and read it again. Carefully read word by word, as if Qi Yan was standing in front of her.

【If I love, I will let go and love boldly, holding out my whole heart, if I don’t love, I will simply turn around and don’t be muddled. 】—This sentence tells her that Qi Yan loves her to be desperate, and she can also turn around and walk if she doesn't love her, come and go freely like the wind, and not be trapped by feelings.

[The real obstacle has not disappeared. It has been there all the time. When we were detonated, it fell. 】—This sentence tells her that the quarrel is only the direct cause, and it is the root cause that made Qi Yan turn around and leave. So far, there is no explanation about what it is.

[It's so tall, so big, and it's at your disposal. 】—This sentence tells her that the so-called "root cause" is here. Qi Yan has done 99% of it, but her 1% is the key. It is a bit difficult to find it and defeat it. , Can only rely on herself.

[Maybe we all need to go back to our respective worlds, be quiet, and re-examine ourselves. 】—This sentence tells her that the two people should be separated and reflect on each other, but according to the previous content, it is obvious that she has to reflect on more. At the same time, it also reminded her to face her own heart, which is more like a hint that if the reasons and obstacles are found and resolved, there is still a chance.

Lu Zhiqiao read it over and over again, taking out the spirit of analyzing the market, and digging through it word by word, gradually clearing the order in his mind.

All of the above, there is no certainty between the lines, there is no definition of events and opinions, in short, there is room for it, and even a hint of reminding her. But after analyzing the remaining two sentences, the hope she finally ignited, like a candle swaying in the wind, was finally wiped out.

[I'm tired]-Qi Yan doesn't want to love her anymore.

[May I find a beloved for the rest of my life]-Qi Yan doesn't want her anymore.

Just seven words drove her to hell.

Lu Zhiqiao slumped against the back of the bed, her swollen and red eyes lost the luster, her heart collapsed into ruins, and the shell that had been hesitated and peeled off little by little for months, wishing to grow back again.

The two met in a ridiculous accident. At first, no one thought about being serious. Qi Yan tunes|plays her, teases her, but greets her, and she hasn't tasted meat for many years, and she can't control her instinct. . In Qi Yan's eyes, she is a candidate friend, and in her eyes, Qi Yan is the child's teacher.

She resisted, kept her distance, but didn't know when to start, Qi Yan's feelings for her had a qualitative change.

Because of the pitiful lack of emotional experience, she always remained vigilant towards Qi Yan and would never let herself fall into a trap easily, but how did she know that feelings are not artificially controllable.

When she retreated, Qi Yan chased her and beat her with enthusiasm. When she was tempted, Qi Yan was gentle, loving her and pampering her, giving her a sense of security that she had never felt before; when she fell, Qi Yan Let go when weary, turn around and leave without leaving a trace.

The person who "has no shortage of love" and "surrounded by love" clapped his hands and walked swiftly, leaving her battered and unable to extricate herself to stand in place, alone with the cold wind.

But who do you blame?

Why did it become like this?

Lu Zhiqiao sniffed, closed his sore eyes, and pinched himself severely.

She didn't know that for the first time she greeted love, her cautious, over-comprehensive appearance was a sign of resistance and retreat in Qi Yan's eyes. But she knew that she didn't balance the position of her daughter and Qi Yan in her heart. Of course, she didn't know how to balance. It's her fault.

When she couldn't live without, Qi Yan gave up.

"May I find a beloved for the rest of my life", but there is no such a beloved Qi Yan anymore, even if there is, it is not Qi Yan...

The next day is Saturday.

Lu Zhiqiao hasn't slept all night, but Tianmengliang only feels drowsy. He feels dizzy and dizzy when he sleeps until noon. The moment she got up, she heard the sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen. She habitually thought it was Qi Yan, and walked out with her slippers to see, but it was her daughter.

"Little girl?"

She was stunned and instantly awake.

The little girl is wearing an apron that is obviously two sizes larger, standing in front of the counter, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, cutting tomatoes. When she heard the sound, she turned her head and her eyes lit up: "Mom, are you awake?"

"What are you...what?" Lu Zhiqiao rubbed his temples and walked over.

"Chopping vegetables and making scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

She opened her mouth and was about to ask. The child raised her eyebrows and said proudly: "Ms. Qi taught me last time. It's very simple. I will learn it as soon as I learn. I will show you my hand later~" Refers to the rice cooker, "The rice is being cooked. Teacher Qi said that just put two cups of rice on the back of the hand and put it in the back of the hand. I like to eat harder rice, so I save a bit."

Three words are not far from Teacher Qi.

Lu Zhiqiao froze, suddenly thinking of last night, his heart trembled, and his eyelids drooped.

It's already half past twelve. If she is home on weekends, she should have just finished lunch at this point. She slept so late today, and the child was so hungry that she cooked by herself and didn't bother her. She is really ashamed of her mother.

Even life skills have to be taught by Qi Yan.

Thinking like this in his heart, Lu Zhiqiao raised the corners of his mouth with a smile of admiration, and exclaimed softly: "When the girl grows up, she has learned to cook."

"Hey~"

Lu Wei was so complacent that he grinned, cutting vegetables more seriously. It's just that she is young, weak, and unskilled, and she can't always master her strength. The tomato slices are sometimes large and small.

"By the way, Mom, I went to see Teacher Qi in the morning. She doesn't seem to be at home. Please call her and ask when she will be back."

Lu Zhiqiao smiled on the corners of his lips, and asked with a guilty conscience: "You are looking for Teacher Qi...what's the matter?"

"She told me to bake a cake." The little girl said without looking up.

For a while, she didn't hear her mother speak, she put down the kitchen knife, raised her head, looked at her confusedly, and then blinked: "Will you guys have a fight and haven't made up yet?"

Lu Zhiqiao looked down and said nothing.

"Well, I didn't say anything." Lu Wei turned his face cautiously, and continued cutting vegetables.

After a long time, Lu Zhiqiao sighed, turned around and went out to wash, and then returned to the kitchen, letting her daughter finish cooking the "national dish", and then she would take over the other dishes.

The mother and daughter had a simple lunch.

After the meal, Lu Zhiqiao allowed her daughter to play on the computer for two hours before going to practice piano and do homework. She cleaned up the house and took a look at her mobile phone. She still didn't receive a reply from WeChat. When she called again, it was not turned off, but no one answered.

She understands, understands everything.

......

Throughout the afternoon, Lu Zhiqiao kept sending messages to Qi Yan, apologizing over and over, explaining over and over again, but the person never responded.

She cheekedly searched the Internet for "I was quarreling with my girlfriend, how can I coax her when she is angry", and looked through other people's answers. They were nothing more than mere troopers between couples. Obviously, their situation is different.

I couldn't get in touch with Qi Yan. It was another weekend today and the school was not in class. She could only stay at home, hoping that Qi Yan would come back.

Lu Zhiqiao sat in the living room, sitting in the afternoon until the sun was gradually sinking, and there was no sound in the corridor. It's time to make dinner now. She resigned herself to go into the kitchen, wondering what to make at night, took the vegetables from the refrigerator, and glanced over the trash can on the floor.

She put down the vegetables, wrapped her hands in paper towels, bent over and lifted the garbage bag to tie it up, and proposed to throw it away.

The draught in the corridor was warm and warm. Lu Zhiqiao threw out the garbage and was about to walk back. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the elevator number stopping at "9", and then heard a "ding"...

The door opened.

A familiar figure came out from inside. He was tall, with slender legs, and the original black and smooth waist-length hair was gone, only draped behind his shoulders.

The eyes are facing each other.

"Qi Yan—"

Lu Zhiqiao reacted quickly. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, his lips squirming, and asked softly, "Can I talk to you?"

The author has something to say: 　　 Yanyan: Throw away his hand mercilessly.gif

(Seeing that many cute little ones are affected by these two chapters, they have a great emotional reaction. Haha, touch your head~ Actually, it’s not necessary. It’s just a novel. Say "all fake" to me three times~ Hahaha, happiness is the most important thing if If you feel unhappy, you can stop the loss in time and don't wrong yourself~The other thing is...Don't talk about be anymore, I will make the decision for my own story, and respect each other~ What is it = 3=)

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